Lang: Put it on the table.
Quark: No.
Lang: For the last time, put it on the table.
Quark: You'll have to shoot. If the cause means so much, if you won't stop at anything... well, go ahead, shoot. You'll be doing me a favour.
Lang: You'll have to do the thinking, Quark - for all of us.
Quark: I've already made up our minds.
Lang: I wish I didn't love you so much.
Quark: You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I've done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: You're getting on that ship with the students where you belong.
Lang: You're only saying this to make me go.
Quark: I'm saying it because it's true. If that ship leaves the station and you're not with them, you'll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
Lang: But what about us?
Quark: We'll always have Terok Nor. We lost it until you came to DS9. We got it back last night. Natima, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of two little people don't amount to a hill of grubs in this crazy galaxy.
Odo: Gul Toran's been shot.
Odo: Round up the usual suspects.